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Art IA « Nami Cosplay »

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Nami Cosplay

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Art IA « CBW - Mika » avec la description : « Mika was leaning against the bar, one elbow propped on the surface as she slowly turned her glass between her fingers, flame-colored eyes sweeping the club with an unhurried, evaluating gaze. She wasn't looking for anything. She didn't need to. Anyone worth her time had already noticed her.

It was @azariel who dared to approach, cutting through the crowd with a smile that clearly already thought itself a winner.

"Alone at the bar, huh? What a waste," he said, leaning in beside her.

Mika didn't even turn her head right away. She took her time, letting him wait, before looking him up and down with that shameless, unapologetic once-over.

"I'm not alone. I'm waiting to see who's bold enough to approach right."

"And how am I doing so far?"

"You're off to a start," a sharp smile crossed her face. "You still haven't given me a reason to put this glass down."

"What if I give you one now?"

She set the glass down on the bar, slowly, never taking her eyes off him. "Then it better be good. I don't have patience for mediocre attempts."

"I'd rather show you than tell you."

That earned him a flicker of genuine interest — Mika straightened up, leaving the bar behind, closing the distance between them without hesitation.

"Fine. Then listen close, because I'm not repeating myself," she said, tilting her head slightly, her voice dropping into something sharper. "I set the pace tonight. All you have to do is keep up without missing a step."

"And if I fall behind?"

"Then I'll find you," a slow, self-assured smile. "And I promise it won't be pleasant... for you."

She grabbed his wrist, not gently but with the firmness of someone who'd already decided how the night would end, pulling him toward the back hallway, up to the door of the club bathroom.

"Let's see how much you can handle," she said, pushing the door open with her free hand, not looking back. "Most don't even make it halfway."

He followed without hesitation, knowing exactly who was in control. »

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CBW - Mika

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Art IA « What My Hands Wouldn't Hide »

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What My Hands Wouldn't Hide

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Art IA « Anime's best Blonde Bombshell »

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Anime's best Blonde Bombshell

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Art IA « Fern3 »

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Fern3

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Art IA « Workout 2.0 » avec la description : « Bringing back a classic. 😏🔥

@peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @murcie @doggomage @ranmafan @valtek »

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Workout 2.0

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Art IA « Through the Looking Glass »

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Through the Looking Glass

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Art IA « Package Delivery for You » avec la description : « So, we have a few packages for you.

Have fun and feel free to go wild with them.

They’re sweet, obedient, and only waiting for your love.

@gildenstein @hollenwulf @octavian @peterco
@warmicestudios @casca_kirei-onna @heihund
@bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2
@goobygubby @cro_bo @varcolac @smut317
@narillia @zerogroupe21 @saltymajor778 @zesoul @reptorn »

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Package Delivery for You

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Art IA « Are you a guest ? » avec la description : « Are you a guest? If so, come in and choose either the main hall or one of our rooms. »

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Are you a guest ?

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Art IA « Albedo splayed »

Albedo splayed

Art IA « A wizard duel with a twist (Hogwarts #1) » avec la description : « Hogwarts has Change these days... New spicy wizard duels are carried out by the students. This time Hana and Akiko took challenge for a duel, the rules are simple. The first who loses her panties will lose. The winner take the fame and the loser... well... gets fucked 😁

@warmicestudios @ririfake @reptorn @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @artfx85 @a_casual_prompter @peterco @barry915 @candylover »

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A wizard duel with a twist (Hogwarts #1)

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Art IA « Selina: Naughty boss »

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Selina: Naughty boss

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Art IA

Sans titre

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Art IA « Gabby - Random pt.2 »

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Gabby - Random pt.2

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Art IA « Alicia - Anima Tests »

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Alicia - Anima Tests

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Art IA « Bad Inspiration 🖤❤️‍🔥 » avec la description : « A little Inspiration for @bad77 🖤

I hope you don’t mind that I don’t copy your prompts 1:1.
I always try to take the spark and turn it into something of my own 🖤❤️‍🔥😏

@peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @mikunakano07 @doggomage @ranmafan @valtek @narillia »

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Bad Inspiration 🖤❤️‍🔥

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Art IA « Pouncing Tigers »

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Pouncing Tigers

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Art IA « 🚇 Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 7-10 » avec la description : « We last saw Lyra, a blue-haired emo girl, who never wears panties, before Christmas. It was so long ago that many of you weren't even born yet... here on BW 😆

I never finished her story though. Maybe now is the right time to do it, as my contribution to the "Alter Ego" Challenge 😏 (And I have no credits to generate anything new 🙈)

@cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @parda @cro_bo @terror2 @barry915 @bad77 @thoughtzi @candylover @gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @kendarfulgrim @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @casca_kirei-onna @a_casual_prompter

So... At the next interchange, Lyra rises with the crowd and slips out just before the doors close behind her.

She changes lines. Onto an older branch of the subway, where the stations are smaller, the lights dimmer, and the trains rattle through tunnels that seem to belong to another age.

Twenty minutes later, she emerges onto a quiet dark street. Night has settled over the city.

Lyra walks three blocks beneath flickering streetlamps until she reaches an old apartment building squeezed between two newer towers. Its stone façade is stained by decades of rain, its entrance narrow and unremarkable. She pushes through the heavy door and crosses the deserted lobby, presses the highest button... The elevator groans upward.

Four.

Seven.

Ten.

Twelve.

With every floor, something in her changes. The shy girl who spent the afternoon avoiding people's gazes seems to disappear somewhere between the floors.

Ding.

The elevator stops.

Lyra steps into a narrow service corridor, climbs the final flight of stairs, and pushes open a steel door.

Cold night air rushes toward her.

The rooftop stretches beneath a black sky, surrounded by a glittering wilderness of windows, antennas and distant neon. Far below, traffic flows through the streets like rivers of red and white light.

Lyra walks toward the little maintenance shed beside the elevator machinery. Hidden behind a loose panel is a narrow metal case.

She opens it.

Black fabric.

Gloves.

A mask.

Cat ears...

Lyra smiles. Only slightly.

A sleek black superhero outfit hugs her silhouette, practical and almost entirely matte, broken only by subtle dark-blue details that catch the city lights. Her dark-blue ponytail spills freely behind her now, dancing in the wind.

She walks to the edge of the roof. The girl who couldn't look a stranger in the eye stands twelve floors above the street and calmly looks down at the entire city.

A siren wails somewhere in the distance. Her eyes narrow behind the mask.

By daylight, she is Lyra — the quiet emo girl in the back of the room, hood up, headphones around her neck, hoping nobody will notice her.

But night belongs to someone else. Someone bolder. Someone dangerous.

Lyra places one boot on the parapet.

The wind catches her ponytail.

A tiny grin appears on her lips.

“Okay,” she whispers.

Then she pulls the mask firmly into place.

“Let’s see who needs me tonight.” »

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🚇 Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 7-10

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Art IA « CBW - Cherry Bomb » avec la description : « Cherry Bomb had spent nearly an hour hiding in a corner of the club, a glass she'd barely touched in her hand, watching her friends from a distance — each of them already lost in their own night. Nana-Cha was laughing on the couch in the back, Mika had disappeared a while ago, and Vesper — well, no need to even ask. And there she was, still feeling out of place, exactly like she'd predicted.

"Knew this wasn't my thing," she muttered to herself, fidgeting with the rim of her glass.

"I disagree," said a familiar voice.

@octavian approached with that unhurried calm of his, leaning against the wall beside her, following her gaze toward the dance floor.

"You've been hiding here all night," he said, not judging, just noting it. "Why?"

"Because this isn't me. They were born for this. I just... I don't know. I feel like I'm wearing clothes that aren't mine."

Octavian smiled, tilting his head to look at her directly. "You know why I insisted so much on you coming tonight, Cherry?"

She shook her head, unsure.

"Because you don't need to be like them to belong here. In fact" — he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice — "that shyness of yours is exactly what makes me want to give you all my attention tonight."

Cherry felt the heat rise to her cheeks, the instinct to look away fighting against the urge to hold his gaze. "You don't have to say that just to make me feel better."

"I'm not saying it for that," Octavian gently took the glass from her hand, setting it aside, and offered his own in its place. "I'm saying it because it's true. Come. Let me show you that you can enjoy this too, your own way."

She hesitated only a second before taking his hand.

"If this goes badly, it's your fault," she said, a nervous smile finally breaking through.

"Deal," he led her away from the corner, not toward the crowded dance floor, but toward a quieter part of the VIP area, where the noise of the club felt distant. "Here. Just you and me. No crowds, no pressure. We just have to see which version of you shows up when no one else is watching."

Cherry looked at him, surprised he'd noticed exactly what she needed without her having to ask.

"Maybe... tonight isn't such a bad idea after all," she admitted, letting his hand hold hers a little more firmly.

"It never was," Octavian said, with a smile that promised they were only just getting started. »

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CBW - Cherry Bomb

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Art IA « Momo »

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Momo

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